that’s when we, that’s when we, that’s when we ride! that’s when we, that’s when we ride on these b*tches! [x2]

[chorus:] that’s when we ride on b*tches, you f*ckin’ f*ggot snitches so don’t you try, we packin’ 9’s, we leave you dead in ditches [x2]

[kinda major:] yo, hollywood who? without my dawg deuce, don’t make me have to ride, men the boy got juice in or outside, this ain’t only in the booth somebody gonna die, they gonna wish they called truce

kinda major on a track got truth, gadjet get the facts if you f*ggots wants prove, might as well hang it up now no noose, i’m f*ckin’ everybody, leave your p*ss*es out loose

tie em’ up and i throw em’ in the trunk f*ckers want a war and imma give em’ what they want bend they *ss over imma treat them like a punk prison break that *ss off. going til i bust a nut

i don’t give a f*ck, never have never will go try find a better rapper with some better skill i murder mother f*ckers, i m*ssacre for the thrill itching for some f*cking killing and blood is my benadryl

[chorus:] that’s when we ride on b*tches, you f*ckin’ f*ggot snitches so don’t you try, we packin’ 9’s, we leave you dead in ditches [x2]

[deuce:] look now, you got to admit no one likes your p*ssy music you say you sold out, but didn’t sell sh*t f*cking idiots, lip sync f*gs milli vanili b*tch how the f*ck do you call yourself a band? you can barely rap its on now what comes up must come must come down

when this sh*t flies, i won’t be around

saying i couldn’t spit was your biggest mistake now undead sucks, they’re a bunch of fakes johnnys’ getting overweight he’s to fat to be callin’ names

let’s play a game everyone’s listening when i say f*ck,sing along and say “f*ck hu” f*ck hu!